ON MY DEATH V9

May that distant sky receding

Forever in the foaming sea;

May the line of the horizon, bleeding

Seasons from infidelity;

 

May the flooding ocean sandbars

Catch the tides and stop the winds

That wash our hours out of stars;

May my childhood summers break and rinse

Over all the torches in the night,

Over all the dark that worlds pit

Against the breezes of the light -

May the waves the future fries to fit

 

On its dying continental shelf

Drown, and mix, and swell the beaches with myself.

 

November 19th and 28th, Lanikai

December 1st, 2nd, 3rd, Kaulua

2010